The Palace Guard

Princess Elena has been raised to be the perfect bride and kept away from the public eye in chaste innocence. But when she becomes aware of one of the Palace Guards, her future and his life are in jeopardy.

Chapters:

Queen Elena surveyed
the naked body of her husband. He was spread across their vast
bed finally asleep, his cock lying limp between his legs. He had
demanded many of his favourite things from her tonight, not all
of them pleasurable. She winced at the memory, but at the same
time she still felt a thrill of sexual desire throb inside her.
She hated the way he made her feel. Most of the time she looked
at his classically handsome features and felt nothing but
disgust. But then he would touch her and speak obscenities and
her body would respond as if it had a mind of its own. His drive
was insatiable, but so was hers, and he knew it.

Ever since she had
seen those pictures in the book in her father's library her body
had been taken over by a desperate need that never seemed to find
complete satisfaction. She knew she needed a partner who was able
to match her, and for a painfully short time, the Palace Guard
had unselfishly given her what she wanted. For a moment, she
allowed herself to remember his hot touch. She closed her eyes
and remembered how it felt to be kissed by him, to have his full
lips greedily devour her, to have his tongue possess her mouth
and draw desperate moans from her throat. She remembered his
strong hands, how they lavished attention on her tender nipples,
how they held her tiny waist, almost reaching all the way round,
how they slipped into her quim, always slippery with need. And
she remembered his cock, his beautiful big cock, how it stood
proudly from his thatch of dark hair, how it twitched and grew
when she looked at it, how it slipped into her and filled her so
completely. As she remembered the sound of his deep groans, her
hand strayed down to her slippery slit.

Her eyes shot open as
her husband let out a loud growl, and fell on top of her, pinning
her to the mattress, forcing himself between her legs. 'Oh my
darling,' he grunted, 'You are so wet for me,' and pushed into
her, and despite herself she once again felt the arousal building
as he roughly shoved her legs further apart and pounded into
her.

Later, after he had
come inside her for the third time that night, she arose and
stood, staring out of the window at the full moon, gloomily
wondering how her life had been reduced to this